Tag: children
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Keep rolling away the stone with Easter!
I never imagined I would not celebrate Easter, not celebrate a service in church, not congregate with people again. But last year and thanks to a Pandemic, we did. We spent the day in the most surreal way, listening to service online and contemplating how long this would last. That feeling of never going to…
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Keep the resources of the Black Church in mind!
I came across an article that ushered today’s musing. The authors concluded that ‘minority youth have access to valuable resources within their families and communities, yet in the general population, these youth have poorer outcomes than their majority counterparts.’ This conflict between what minority youth have and how they fare, is a conflict that ought…
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Keep adventures always, whether Zoos, trains or boats!
I had this grand idea to go to the Zoo with my children today. It was grand considering how one of my kids loves the Zoo. Not for the animals but for the train rides. We actually go to the Saint Louis Zoo just so we ride the train around the Zoo. We went two…
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Keep a collective love with children!
A collective love for children by children gives me hope. It’s my musing for today. My daughter shared a picture below with me the other day. It’s the way she looks everyday for school. Her deep red sweater was captured so vividly with her purple glasses brightly sitting on her face. The tie dye details…
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Keep keeping on!
There are days when you have no words. Today seems to be like one of these days. Maybe it’s the fact that’s it’s Holy Week. Something about the week before Easter makes me want to remind you, whoever you are reading this, that you are loved. If you ever had any doubt, just look upon…
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Keep being light my child!
I couldn’t sleep. Reimagining innovative spaces for engagement for minority youth kept me up. The past week, we hit a different space with my daughter. It’s that space every parent dreads but know it’s inevitable. The friendship zone. I remember being in this space when I first moved to the US and kids can be…
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Keep thriving!
About a month into the pandemic last year, I wrote an essay on why we all needed to thrive. It was based on the picture below about my daughter. Looking back it was my first time writing about what mattered to me during the pandemic. Not wanting to feel stressed out or overwhelmed with homeschooling,…
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Keep seeing the possibilities in children!
When the gates of new possibilities are opened for children, they go through. My daughter is a prime example. For her, reading is life. I have watched over the years, how it continues to transform her consciousness. I see it’s power through her lens. I see it’s push to higher spaces through her commitment. What…
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Keep mothers in mind at the 1 year anniversary of the pandemic!
There were days of silence. Not because I had no words, but because they won’t do. There were days of screaming. Not because I had no control, but because my mind needed to hear myself say Ahhhhhhhhh from the depths of my soul. There were days of tears. Not because I still had no control,…
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Keep motherhood like a Famished Road in mind!
He wants to go on a train. He wants ice cream. He misses trains. He misses dad. Stimming is what they call the noise the brain experiences when things are out of place for children like my son on the spectrum. It’s also a manifestation of some form of anxiety, some form of imbalance. It’s…
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Keep the silent stillness of motherhood!
She maybe the first to wake up. The last to sleep. The first to soothe the tears or shield the pain. The last to cry her tears or open the hurt. Mothering is both a skill and art. The first is popular. From knowing how to nurture connections with a new life, with the life…
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Keep a mother’s love!
He cannot find his tape. We awakened to tears. He wants to fix something. A book in pieces, he says, between tears. But he cannot find his tape. So he cries. He starts his morning some days like this, crying. Today it’s for a tape. Other days a piece of crayon or a book, even…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 